Page 154 of Salvage Him
I reached out and touched his hair. It was damp. I pulled a few strands, but they slipped through my fingers. My arm collapsed onthebed.
I tried again. I gripped harder this time andpulled.
Harrison's reflexes kicked in. He grasped my hand but loosened his grip when he openedhiseyes.
Those blue pools swarmed with adoration andconfusion.
He lifted his head, but my grin faded as my world wentblank.
Shit. Brooklyn, openyoureyes.
"Open your eyes, pup pup," Harrison said in a tone I knew I had to obey or I'd be in trouble. They opened andstayedopen.
I smiled. I couldn't control my body's responses. I couldn't controlmyself.
Hecould.
Isighed.
"Hey," he said as he took my hand andkissedit.
"Hey." My voice sounded weak and pained. "You'rehere?"
"Where else wouldIbe?"
I shook my head; talking took too much effort. I didn't want to fall asleepagain.
"How do you feel?" heasked.
"Like I was hit by a car," I answered, my voice awhisper.
Harrison chuckled, and the vibration felt good in my chest, but breathingdidnot.
"What happened?" Iasked.
"You were in a car accident." He stood up and pushed a button on the railing of my bed. I could make out the wordscall button. At least, I could read. Although, I could feel it now. My headpounded.
Then Iremembered.
"Paul didn't make it." I exhaled thewords.
Harrison's headdipped.
"No. He didn't." He leaned over and kissed my lips, and itfeltnice.
When I licked my lips, they were dry. I could use some lip-gloss. Then I felt bad. It wasn't an appropriateresponse.
"I'm so sorry, baby." Harrison strokedmyhand.
I wasn't sure how to feel about Paul. He was my husband. He was good to me until he ignored me; then at the end, he was horrible, and it was all too confusing, and I wasexhausted.
My eyesclosed.
"Pup."
Iopenedthem.
"I don't want to talk about it right now," Iwhispered.
